Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Magma,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.